It’s the perfect time for skiers and those who snow shoe, but for others, dealing with being indoors, shoveling and enduring the cold become drudgery.
Looking at the scenery earlier this week as I rode home from laser surgery on my eye, I noticed yellow hues outlined branches of the weeping willow trees. While few people probably see this or other signs of spring in the midst of snowstorm after snowstorm, the hues of spring subtly emerge from their winter slumber when seasonal conditions allow. Reds and yellows turn into greens and pinks, all in perfect timing.
Try as we might, it’s impossible to force spring to come before the time is right. We need to accept what is and be patient. Everything will happen in its perfect time although it may not be OUR perception of the perfect time.
Imagine how much less stress we’d have if we took nature’s lesson, accepted (and enjoyed) what is and allowed things to happen in their perfect time instead of the timing we think is perfect.